Wild Wisdoms
Conversations with BekkuSitting beneath the vast, open sky of the Altai Mountains, my conversations with Bekku were as timeless and profound as the landscape itself. Bekku rarely speaks in long sentences. His words were like the mountain winds — few, yet carrying endless meaning. As we talked, I found myself listening not just with my ears but with something deeper, an instinctive part of me that rarely has the chance to surface.
Meeting Bekku, I didn’t just learn about his world — I glimpsed into my own through a more intuitive, soulful lens. His stories aren't only his own; they echo in all of us, calling us back to the quiet truths we too often forget.
S: What’s the relationship with your eagle?
B: Beyond human.
S: In what way?
B: It’s wordless.
S: What does that mean?
B: It means we get to keep our secrets, secret
S: What secrets do you share with your eagle?
B: My darkest truths.
S: How do you share them?
B: I can't hide them.
S: I see.
B: She helps me face my demons. We conquer them together.
S: Why does your eagle seem to understand your every command?
B: No, I don’t give her commands. Never.
S: How do you communicate then?
B: When we talk, we talk inside. In our hearts.
S: When the eagle is flying in the sky, do you worry that she might never come back?
B: That’s trust.
S: How do you trust so completely?
B: Our bond, it’s not a bondage. It’s boundless.
S: How do you know where to hunt?
B: Look into the sky.
S: But there’s nothing in the air.
B: There are important signs in the clouds, information in the wind.
S: You see information in the wind?
B: There’s a map in the sky. But it can only be sensed, not seen.
S: How often do you use your handphone?
B: Rarely, the network here isn't great.
S: Is that a downside of being in the countryside?
B: No, that's the upside of being out in the wild!
S: I see...
B: There's no interruption with nature's signals. Here, nature can connect with our spirit.
S: Why do you close your eyes whenever you’re connecting with your eagle?
B: The language of our heart needs silence.
S: ...
B: When we close our eyes, we amplify the inaudible whispers of our soul.
S: I like the smell of the air just before it rains.
B: Me too. It smells like magic.
S: Magic?
B: Silent the eyes. Magic will show up in our mind.
S: ......
B: Nature is not mute. Something epic is about to begin.
